Vampire Brides Van Helsing Novels & Stories

She swallowed hard and I could see the fear in her eyes. “You…” she breathed, staring at me like she had seen a ghost. She rose her trembling hand and pointed directly at me. “You’re … you’re a vam…vamp…vampire!!”

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv

Helen looked concerned at that comment, but said nothing. My shame and humiliation at my confession of wantonness was far more overwhelming than I’d imagined it would be. It appeared the prudence of the eighteenth century had infiltrated into my twenty-first century thought process. Helen eased my discomfort by explaining that vampires not only had the ability to glamour their victims into doing their bidding, but she suspected my wanton behavior was a result of some form of aphrodisiac being slipped into my drink. The only puzzling factor was that I hadn’t taken a drink in my chambers. If I’d been slipped anything in my drink, it would have had to have been given to me in my mead at dinn

Vlad laughed softly as the general approached him with a raised hand. "I'm general Hank Marshall and I have a warrant for this woman, Ms Hera Constantine. We don't want any problems sir," Hank bellowed in authority. Vlad smiled and shook the offered hand. "This woman is my wife and the queen of the vampires, are you certain that there is a warrant for her arrest, Hank," Vlad asked. "And who are you, may I ask," Hank scowled angrily. "I am the true vampire king Vlad Drăculea," he grinned, bowing his head slightly and the guns left me and were directed at him.

Michael added with genuine enthusiasm, as if it were the best idea of the night. “I think I’ll pass. Horror isn’t really my thing,” I said, trying to sound casual, as if admitting it didn’t give me away. “Don’t worry, Camimi. I’ll check under your bed,” Kevin replied, winking at me. «Gooood grief, Kevin and his winks.» “Very funny…” I said, laughing. “No, seriously. I’m an expert. Van Helsing is my middle name. Kevin Van Helsing Cooper, at your service,” he said, bowing dramatically.

"I studied about the Vampire King, he has never served anybody mercy. But as time passed, his kind was being killed and staked by the Hunters of The Van Helsingr." "Van Helsingr..." Scarlett muttered out in surprise. "Yeah, those guys are extremely skilled. My little sister is actually training as one. Since our mom was once a Vampire Hunter." Shawn stated. "Wait, so you're related to a Van Helsingr?!" Kairos pondered, the red-headed Omega Vamp stunned beside her. "The Hunters of The Van Helsingr are an elite hunting group established centuries ago, after Count Dracula's demise. My mom's family were Hunters too. It was something that their descendants had to pass on as a tradition to finish

And love had chosen them back. The curse was gone. The packs were whole. And in Elara’s womb, a new heartbeat answered the dawn. The werewolf’s bride had become the werewolf’s mother. And the story, after so much blood, so much darkness, finally found its light.

Lex was doing his best to direct his troops to keep the Vampires from reaching where Brandon and Heather were pinned, but despite the numbers being on his side, the Vampires were closer and moving in. Heather wasn’t taking any chances, and Brandon couldn’t blame her. She’d been duped before by these creatures of the night. As a woman with long red hair stepped out of the tall grass alongside a crumbling wall, Heather opened fire, shooting her several times before she stumbled forward, colliding with the Hybrid. “You’re going to need a silver knife,” Brandon managed, drawing one out of his pocket and tossing it to Heather. She caught it and plunged it into the Vampire’s throat. Brandon realiz

Then came the worst part. Something clamped down on the bride’s face. Arah could hear jaws grinding with a guttural squelch. Her stomach twisted as jagged indentations tore into flesh. Bones crunched beneath unseen teeth. The bride’s agonized scream merged with the wet, sloppy sounds of skin ripping. Blood sprayed, spattering the ground and toppled chairs as the bride’s flesh vanished in mangled chunks. Around Arah, people screamed, pressing back against the shrub walls. They clutched each other in horror, not even minding the presence of the other vampire brides.

The bridegroom wasn't a simple guy from our countryside like my sister preferred, she always wanted a simple life where she would be managing the household and looking after kids while her husband earned their livelihood. However, this was not the case, her husband-to-be was a lord, our small village fell under his estate. He was the great Vampire Lord, child of the night, a nocturnal being. The wedding would also be held at night instead of the morning like it usually happened. Even the wedding gown wasn't white.